I think he travels more now than he did while he was here. We did just what you and Toni are doing now.”
“What’s that?”
“We make the best of the time that we do had together. Stolen moments whenever and wherever we could. ” I answered, smiling mischievously at memories I couldn’t erase even if I tried.
“I see. So how are you handling him being gone?”
“It’s not the end of the world.”
“Hell, you acted lik e it, ” Denise whispered, digging into her watermelon box.
“ You’re right.”
I did act like my world came crashing down when Kelvin left, as if he were my air and I couldn’t breathe without him.
“ I try not to think about him not being here, but it is hard, especially at night. I lay in bed and it seems everything I think about includes him. I blame myself sometimes.”
“Blame yourself?”
Denise reached across the table and g rabbed my hand. She looked into my eyes as she spoke.
“ Honey, y ou can’t keep doing that. You made a decision based on every thing you knew, and I’m certain that , as smart a man as Kelvin is, he understood your rationale.”
“I know, but I still feel had I made an entirely different decision, things might have been different.”
“You can’t say that for sure. Who knows? W hat might have been different could be that you are closer to him, going through the same thing.”
“Right, but now we will never know.”
“I can’t say I understand. What I can say is this, do what you have to. I know it’s going to take time,” Denise comforted.
“He says he’ll call tonight, ” I said, smiling.
“Ok. Give him my regards.”
I caught m y self and thought , even when I’m supposed to be focusing on me, I still find some way to talk about Kelvin.
CHAPTER NINE
CAN’T YOU TELL
Trevor
Besides my bedroom, which hadn’t seen much action since Kelvin left, the living room was my favorite room in a house I had occupied by myself for too long now. I sat in silence. The persistent chirp of a lonely brown and white bird outside my window kept my company. The room was clean. The white furnitu re was strategically placed. It resembled the scene of some celebrity photo shoot. The room seemed to serve its purpose whenever I was in it.
Trice Hickman’s new novel, ‘Keeping Secrets and Telling Lies’, had been sitting on the coffee table for a little over a week. I had read her previous novel and didn’t mind losing myself in her words one more time. Reading used to be my favorite pastime, then I met Kelvin and it seemed I spent my spare time either with him or focusing on him.
I sat in my white on white printed tufted chair with my legs folded beneath me, a glass of white wine on the ottoman, and ‘Keeping…’ in my lap. Unlike the last few novels I had attempted to read but never completed, I was determined to finish, especially since it was a page-turner. As I read, my mind drifted. Focusing on what Ms. Hickman had written on those pages was difficult as my attempts to concentrate on her words were often in terrupted by thoughts of Kelvin or anticipating his call. Still, to pass th e time, I kept on reading. As I completed the fifth chapter and turned the page to begin the next, my cell phone rang.
“Did you think you weren’t going to hear from me?”
Even though Kelvin’s call came more than an hour later than he said he would, I never doubted I was going to hear from him. Even if Kelvin was calling just to say he couldn’t talk long, I knew he would have called to say something.
I was happy to hear Kelvin’s vo ice, and I secretly hoped he felt the same. I tried not to sound as if I had spent my entire day waiting for him to call.
“So, how was your day?” Kelvin inquired, sounding as if his day had been long.
“It was very interesting, to say the least.”
“Interesting? How so?”
I told Kelvin the same story I had shared with Denise over lunch. I told him about leading the development for
“What’s that?”
“We make the best of the time that we do had together. Stolen moments whenever and wherever we could. ” I answered, smiling mischievously at memories I couldn’t erase even if I tried.
“I see. So how are you handling him being gone?”
“It’s not the end of the world.”
“Hell, you acted lik e it, ” Denise whispered, digging into her watermelon box.
“ You’re right.”
I did act like my world came crashing down when Kelvin left, as if he were my air and I couldn’t breathe without him.
“ I try not to think about him not being here, but it is hard, especially at night. I lay in bed and it seems everything I think about includes him. I blame myself sometimes.”
“Blame yourself?”
Denise reached across the table and g rabbed my hand. She looked into my eyes as she spoke.
“ Honey, y ou can’t keep doing that. You made a decision based on every thing you knew, and I’m certain that , as smart a man as Kelvin is, he understood your rationale.”
“I know, but I still feel had I made an entirely different decision, things might have been different.”
“You can’t say that for sure. Who knows? W hat might have been different could be that you are closer to him, going through the same thing.”
“Right, but now we will never know.”
“I can’t say I understand. What I can say is this, do what you have to. I know it’s going to take time,” Denise comforted.
“He says he’ll call tonight, ” I said, smiling.
“Ok. Give him my regards.”
I caught m y self and thought , even when I’m supposed to be focusing on me, I still find some way to talk about Kelvin.
CHAPTER NINE
CAN’T YOU TELL
Trevor
Besides my bedroom, which hadn’t seen much action since Kelvin left, the living room was my favorite room in a house I had occupied by myself for too long now. I sat in silence. The persistent chirp of a lonely brown and white bird outside my window kept my company. The room was clean. The white furnitu re was strategically placed. It resembled the scene of some celebrity photo shoot. The room seemed to serve its purpose whenever I was in it.
Trice Hickman’s new novel, ‘Keeping Secrets and Telling Lies’, had been sitting on the coffee table for a little over a week. I had read her previous novel and didn’t mind losing myself in her words one more time. Reading used to be my favorite pastime, then I met Kelvin and it seemed I spent my spare time either with him or focusing on him.
I sat in my white on white printed tufted chair with my legs folded beneath me, a glass of white wine on the ottoman, and ‘Keeping…’ in my lap. Unlike the last few novels I had attempted to read but never completed, I was determined to finish, especially since it was a page-turner. As I read, my mind drifted. Focusing on what Ms. Hickman had written on those pages was difficult as my attempts to concentrate on her words were often in terrupted by thoughts of Kelvin or anticipating his call. Still, to pass th e time, I kept on reading. As I completed the fifth chapter and turned the page to begin the next, my cell phone rang.
“Did you think you weren’t going to hear from me?”
Even though Kelvin’s call came more than an hour later than he said he would, I never doubted I was going to hear from him. Even if Kelvin was calling just to say he couldn’t talk long, I knew he would have called to say something.
I was happy to hear Kelvin’s vo ice, and I secretly hoped he felt the same. I tried not to sound as if I had spent my entire day waiting for him to call.
“So, how was your day?” Kelvin inquired, sounding as if his day had been long.
“It was very interesting, to say the least.”
“Interesting? How so?”
I told Kelvin the same story I had shared with Denise over lunch. I told him about leading the development for
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